ALIAS | loid forger x reader / agent twilight x reader [spyxfamily]

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The CIA is addictive for that reason. It feels euphoric with all of the highs and lows of field work, and yet, I am reminded it is only temporary. I come home most nights and wonder what these experiences have made me. Whatever it may be, I have a feeling that it's no longer human—

"Hecate."

I jolt my head around to meet the eyes of a colleague. How did they manage to slip past me without me noticing? Did I really let my guard down for that long?

"Came to bid farewell, Sasha?" I joked.

Sasha's one of the few people around here that actually gets referred to by her real name. She's never had any sort of alias or nickname associated with her. Her name is plenty; everyone knows who Sasha is.

"In a way," she started, taking a seat next to me. I'd board my flight in ten minutes, once I hear that they've finished fueling the Ostania-bound jet. "I was going to ask how you were feeling... I tried to avoid sending you there, but I really had no other choice. Sucks that you had to be the best we have," she smiled wearily.

"By the looks of it," she said, catching a glance at my computer screen and another one at my tensed shoulders, "you're not very stoked."

"I'm grateful to be able to get my hands dirty overseas again," I ponder. "But with a Westalian agent? In Ostania? I'm not as confident with this mission as I have been with ones in the past."

She looked at me like she was yearning for me to go on. She's always been that way: observant, attentive, intelligent. It's what makes her such an asset to the Special Activities Division. It's also what makes her one of my favorite people.

"Argentina was a breeze, I cleared that in less than 72 hours. I get the feeling that this one could take weeks. Even months."

"Well, you're not wrong," she admitted. Her gaze averted to the ceiling as she assessed my situation. "Operation Strix has many phases. So, you have options. You can view Strix from an objective standpoint. Everything you do from here on out will be just a mission to you. Or, you can embrace your role in Strix and try to enjoy it. I'm sure the time would pass much faster that way, and maybe you wouldn't be worrying so much," she concluded.

"Plus," she added, "I know you're not used to this, but maybe take it as a bit of a vacation. There's a high chance you won't be excruciatingly active day in and day out. Visit attractions. Spend time with the people around you. That includes visiting your sister."

Ironically, I hadn't sent the email out yet. I guess she saw that I hadn't either. Not many people know about my ties to Ostania, and I'd rather have any sort of closure with Ophelia than leave her well-being to my imagination.

"Fine," I said, finally clicking that button and shutting my laptop. "I can't promise that I can fully relax on this mission. It might be one of my most important ones yet."

I let out a breath that I didn't even know I was holding with an exhausted exhale. "But I'll try."

Her face lit up warmly as I promised her that. As if it was on cue, I received a message that the jet was ready. She looked at me and her gaze lingered a little longer than usual.

"What?" I chuckled, lifting out of my seat and gathering my few belongings. I looked down at her as she remained seated.

"You know why we call you Hecate, right?" She inquired.

"Remind me again? My memory's a little hazy—"

"Oh, shut up," she laughed, finally getting out of her seat. "It's not just because of the Greece operation. You know that, right?"